I am sitting on the rocking chair that I am fond of now.
And I feel a touch on my shoulder.
The hands, so gentle and manly.
This way, I knew I was not alone
I turn behind to see,
But there is nothing
Nothing! No one!
I get anxious and curious.
Is this why my death is not near,
I take a close look at the corner of the sitting room,
And I can see the shadow.
Of the man who touched my shoulder
As I move closer, I see him clearer and clearer.
His blue eyes, as beautiful as I have never seen before
His suit, so white and clean,
His skin, as fine as a baby's
He comes closer to me and whispers into my ear,
" Welcome home! Loly."
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Alone
PoetryLoly, a once fine girl whose life turns to ruins. And express her feelings of Despair. She has no hope to live a normal life again. What next? What will she do?
